Xia Xiao had received a letter from Ning Hui, who gave birth to a daughter last month. Both mother and daughter were safe. She mentioned that once the child was a hundred days old, she would come to visit Xia Xiao.
Although it was a daughter, Xia Xiao was happy for Ning Hui. The blossom came before the fruit, but she could still bear children.
The day Gao Jiaxing returned home, no one in the family knew, and this sudden return startled Zheng Xianghong when she saw her son, who had nearly turned as dark as charcoal. She cried out in shock, then continuously wiped away her tears.
"Mom, why are you crying?" Gao Jiaxing was speechless. He was fine, so why was she crying?
"You've suffered over there, how could I not cry? Look how dark you've become," Zheng Xianghong said with heartache.
Gao Guoqiang was originally with Zheng Xianghong in the yard, looking after his grandsons. When he saw his son return, he said, "Feiyang and Feiyue, come and see your father."
